REPORT FROM THE FRONT LINES:
In praise of three-day weekends and other things to be grateful for
CCHS Class of 2022
|New friends Nick and Campbell at Carlson Orchards. (Courtesy photo)|
Two whole months of school have gone by already. I’m pretty sure that summer vacation is my natural habitat. Although I haven’t quite gotten into the groove of tests and waking up while it’s still dark, I’m readjusting slowly. Three-day weekends are good for catching up on lost sleep, and I believe that they should be the norm. This coming weekend, I’ll lose even more sleep taking the PSAT, which I’m told takes the entire day on Saturday. I haven’t really given much thought to life after high school, so this exam is a reminder that all of this frivolity will someday come to an end, and the end is near(er).
Fans of Harper, my puppy, might recall that she was in the doghouse a couple of weeks ago for having killed a neighbor’s chicken (Mosquito Forum 10/2/2019, “Requiem For a Rooster”). She is nearly a year old now. She’s taking lessons in non-violent animal interactions, and is working hard to maintain an amicable relationship with the neighbors. I wonder whether they allow dogs at college?
My soccer team is having a rough season, but we’re learning a lot, and having fun. I think we’re getting better, even though the scores don’t show it. Last week we faced Lincoln-Sudbury (LS) on a cold, wet, rainy Friday afternoon where even the most die-hard fans—our parents—stayed away. I could feel the cross-town rivalry in my bones as one L-S player pushed me over to get to the ball, or maybe just to remind me of the rivalry. On the next play, I got the ball back. We played well, but lost 2 to 0 in a tough contest. Everyone was covered in mud and wet grass.
My most heartwarming experience of the past few weeks was outside school altogether. I went apple picking with a bunch of kids from Boston. It’s a very sad story, but the experience was rewarding. A few years ago, a young man named Kendric Price came from Dorchester to talk to the First Religious Society and tell us how he was changing the world, one child at a time. Kendric Price had been a piano student with Carlislean Margaret Darling. He was very tall for a piano player and had gotten a scholarship to play basketball at the University of Michigan. He did play, but he also earned his bachelor’s degree to become a financial analyst. Kendric came home to Dorchester and started a program, the Big Business Network, in the neighborhood where he grew up, working to teach kids in grades 4 to 8 about business, investing, and basketball. This story is sad because Kendric died this past spring. Tragically, he was murdered in a shooting very close to his home.
Kendric’s legacy lives on in his Big Business Network. This past weekend I got to go on a trip to Carlson Orchards in Harvard, with “Kendrick’s Kids” and their families and a few folks from FRS, including his piano teacher Margaret Darling. We had lots of fun tromping around rows of apple trees, picking apples until our bags nearly burst. We took hay rides, ate cider donuts, and generally had a terrific day. It was really nice to meet such great kids. ∆